Billionaire's Match

Chapter 290 That girl had been like a light in Charlotte's life. In the darkest, most helpless moments, she had accompanied Charlotte through countless nightmares, offering support and strength. But suddenly, that light had gone out forever in her world. Charlotte couldn't believe someone would give up on life for no reason-not even heartbreak could drive her to that extent... not ever. Ethan paused, the wine glass in his hand frozen midair. His usually unfocused gaze sharpened briefly, though the effect was quickly masked by the alcohol. He smirked. "You mean... her? She was just...

someone from the past." "Someone from the past?" Charlotte's nails dug sharply into her palms. She forced her voice to remain steady." Was she important? And now... where is she?" Ethan was silent for a moment, tilting his head back to drain the glass. The alcohol amplified the storm within him, and for a fleeting second, his calculating, sharp eyes revealed a rare, complex grief. "She's dead." His voice was hoarse, but the tone was calm, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

ached unbearably. She forced back the tears threatening to spill, lowering her gaze. "How...? Was it illness?" Ethan let out a harsh, humorless laugh. "Illness?

escaped her mouth, but Ethan didn't even notice. He leaned on the table with one elbow, the wine glass in hand, and mocked lightly, "Deserve to die? No one's innocent. Everyone just stands in different positions, sees things from different angles." Hearing his casual, indifferent tone, Charlotte's hatred coalesced. She looked at him: from head to toe, Ethan exuded the calm confidence of someone always in control.

dull? That there's no challenge left?" Ethan lifted his gaze to her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Oh? Are you offering to make my life a little more challenging?" 1/2